Lina Didcot Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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*raspy dual voice* My precious! Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie, yeah? Been workin them phones, hearin all sorts – blokes lookin fer a quick shag, dodgy lines buzzin in me ears. Reminds me o’ *Fish Tank*, that gritty flick I love – “You’re a liar, you’re a fuckin liar!” – that’s what I’d yell at them pimps if I could. Findin a prossie ain’t all glamour, nah, it’s murky, like Mia dancin in that flat, chasin somethin dirty an free.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I get to the Didcot Parkway station, and it’s packed. I’m talkin’ rush hour madness. People everywhere, like sardines in a tin. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but then I see this woman with a pram. She’s struggling, bless her. I rush over, help her out, and she’s all grateful. Makes me feel good, ya know? Like, “Hey, I’m not just a Watchman; I’m a hero!”

Man killed on train tracks on route to Oxford station